Papa
I sit alone in a crowded, empty, room
filled full of sorrow, heartache and gloom.
Lots of people saying i'm sorry and hugging,
but Papa my attention you keep tugging.
As you lie there all alone, I realize you're gone,
but your presence are here because I smell your colonge.
As I start to cry I can almost here you say,
" We'll be together again in heaven some sweet day."
Copyright © Robin Alexander | Year Posted 2006
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